The Magical Forks

“He’s gone! It’s over.” These were my first thoughts once I finished the book. I’d initially thought of writing a review… but I simply don’t have the strength to do so. I just want to forget as fast as possible. But it’s all so fresh. I have to confess, as I read it most of it seemed so annoying and disappointing, but no way! Now that I think about the whole story, I’m not disappointed at all. Some of my theories were correct, I was also wrong about a few things, but I still was taken aback by some other stuff. But I decided I won’t think too much about it now. I finally understood several things, I finally know how it ended. For me that is enough, or I won’t be able to think about anything else.

I still don’t get one thing. If this is a book, if it’s fiction… then why does it affect me so much? Like some movies, you see. Now that I come to think about it… why do I like to read?

I think I’ve always known this, just never thought of it. I love to create, to imagine… and, consequentially, to act and to read. Why? Because my real life, not always though, is so boring and emotionless that it makes me sick to my stomach. I am a sensitive and emotive person, I believe, and I have a desperate, sickening need to feel! That is the only thing that makes me feel really alive! Everything else is mere death… cold, hard nothingness.

I guess that is why I’m so impatient concerning most aspects of my life. I mean, it’s getting better. But, you see, everything seems so brittle, so frail -

In the last month of school, this year, I managed to create bounds much stronger than those I invested in all my life. Speaking of friends, rather than family. This had a huge impact on me. I grew up a lot since 3 months ago. But being away from all of them, my new made real friends, it not at all easy. So I seek what I lack in books, films, music… thoughts and imagination. What do I lack? Excitement. Not really the feeling though, but the situations… exciting things. That is what I lack and need so much.

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Last Friday, I went out for dinner, as usual, and then went to a HP party. That didn’t quite help, but I managed not to bare in mind what the party was all about. Doing so, I was able to enjoy the music. The band was OK.

Afterwards, went to a SpokenWord… thing. I don’t know what is it’s rightful name, I’m sorry. LibertySchool… It was really inspiring! And I don’t reckon I’d ever seen a gay kiss… live, I mean.

Saturday, got the book. Then Sunday went to the Niagara Falls. That was pretty amazing. The power of the water is overwhelming. It was, at least, refreshing… know what I mean? aha. Maid of the Mist!